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a landslide. a rockfall. bodies crushed. had ruenna's been the same? kukutux could not imagine the pain, and yet she had seen it claim her grandfather. a thought for another day. or not at all. "in moonspear there are uhum, pools that are hot?" she attempted with a half-hearted chuckle. "but it is heat that soothes. we must drive the bad spirit from your bones."

a different sort of challenge than the one posed by matchmaking. "the snow moon," the duck repeated with a muted glow of delight upon her face. "i shall wait for your call." in the interim, she wondered if she should offer herself as assistance to accompany ruenna to the redhawks, but was not sure if it would harm the other's pride.